Meet You There Chapter 4: Amazing, a harry potter fanfic

Meet You There

Chapter Four

After a couple of weeks, Harry and Hermione had done as much as they could, they went to the beach, the amusement park, the outdoor pool, the mall (although Harry had protested loudly in the streets to going there) the movies, roller blading at the park, they'd even went ice skating in an indoor skate rink that was open all year round. Hermione had the time of her life watching Harry experience all the things he should have got to do when he was a child but didn't.

One night, before she was going to bed, Hermione was walking past Harry's room to the bathroom. She glanced through the crack in his door, and saw him sitting up in bed flipping through a photo album, looking rather miserable. Hermione couldn't help herself, her curiosity got the best of her, and she opened the door a little more, knocking on it gently. Harry's head shot up and he reflexively snapped the book shut, "Hey" he said trying to look happier then he was feeling.

"Hey" she said, coming to sit beside him on the bed.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head, "No, not really, I was just wondering what you were looking at" she said, looking down at the closed photo album.

"Oh…it's nothing, just some pictures." he said, waving his hand dismissively, trying to distract her from it.

"Is that the photo album Hagrid gave you in first year?" she asked curiously, not letting it go.

"How did you know about that?" he asked surprised.

"Hagrid" she said simply.

"Oh…well yeah it is…but…" he trailed off hopelessly, knowing she'd want to look at it.

"Can I see it?" Harry sighed, sometimes he hated Hermione's curiosity.

"It's okay if you don't want me too…I know it means a lot to you…" she started but Harry cut her off.

"No it's okay, I don't really let anyone look at it, but since its you…" he said handing it to her.

"Thanks Harry,." She said smiling at him, and opening it up.

While she was flipping through the first couple of pages Harry just ignored it, looking at the paintings on the wall instead, but soon enough…

"Harry..." came Hermione's voice, and his heart plummeted as he saw her looking at the picture he'd been dreading to see again.

"Is this…" she tried, but found she couldn't finish her sentence when she saw the look on Harry's face.

Harry nodded, "Sirius and me yeah…" he answered looking away from it, "uh…you know what Hermione, why don't you just take that with you to your room?" he said, unable to look at the photo again while she was in the room. "I'm just…really tired"

Hermione looked at him sadly, and knew she probably shouldn't try to comfort him, he wanted to be alone. "Okay, thanks for letting me look at it" she said, getting up. He simply nodded, feeling a lump in his throat.

"Goodnight Harry" she said softly, unable to stop herself from giving him a quick hug. He couldn't help smile as he hugged her back, but was relieved when she pulled away. As she shut the door behind her, Harry slumped down onto the bed, ready for another night of restless sleep.

* * *

The next morning, Harry and Hermione were eating toast while watching cartoons, "You know what Harry, looking at your photo album made me want to show you this ridiculous pictures of me when I was a baby. Apparently I'd dumped a box of Cheerios on my head, and my mum took a picture" she said and Harry laughed along with her.

"I've never actually seen it though, I can't seem to find many of my baby photos its weird." She said looking thoughtful, "But I remember that day so well for some reason, I had my little boy friend over too, and we just had the best time, I know my mum must've taken so many photos of us…" she trailed off, as Harry laughed at the thought of Hermione covered in Cheerios.

"Anyways, I've asked my mum about it before, but she always just says, 'I'll find them for you later', or she'll just change the subject, I asked her again last night and she did the same thing!!" Hermione told him looking annoyed at her mother.

"Maybe she lost them" Harry said.

"Wow Harry, that's a real positive thing to say" she replied, rolling her eyes at him, making him laugh.

"It's okay Hermione, I'm sure I'll see them some other time" he said. The phone rang, but Hermione was busy thinking about where she could look for her pictures, and let her dad answer it...

"Hermione!" Hermione's dad, who'd come home a week after Harry had been there, yelled from the kitchen, "Telephone!"

Hermione climbed over Harry to pick up the portable phone, "Hello?" she said laughing as Harry tickled her, when she passed back over him.

"Oh hey Em!" she said happily as Harry roared with laughter beside her at the tv, making her laugh again.

"Oh its Harry he was tickling me" she said. Harry heard a female voice babbling on the other line.

"My friend from school, he's spending the summer with me" Hermione replied.

"Em!" she squealed, Harry looked over in mid–laugh to see her glance at him and blush, which made him laugh even more. "We're friends" she said, emphazing the word heavily.

"Honestly!" she exclaimed laughing. "No! Anyways, what did you phone me for in the first place?" Hermione said changing the subject, tapping her fingers on the couch as she listened.

"But school's out already how are they….oh, that'll be awesome!" Hermione grinned.

"What's happening?" Harry asked. Hermione held a finger up signaling for him to wait a minute, as she laughed again. "Okay, just let me ask Harry if he wants to go all right?" She put the phone down on the couch and turned to Harry who was looking at her expectantly.

"My friend Emma is part of this recreation club thing and they're having a dance at her school on Friday, do you want to go?" Hermione's eyes were sparkling with excitement, and Harry knew she'd be disappointed if he said he didn't want to, so how could he say no?

"Sure" he replied smiling, trying to look happy about it thought he wasn't.

"Oh good!" she said happily and picked up the phone.

"Em? Yeah he said he'd go!" she said, grinning at Harry. "Yeah, well I'll find something…it's not formal is it? No, okay we'll see you on Friday then! Yup, okay, bye" Hermione hung up the phone and looked at Harry who was thinking about the last dance type thing he'd went to. That certainly hadn't gone well…hopefully this would be different.

"Harry, you do want to go don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure why not?" he said, half truthfully.

"Well, the Yule Ball didn't exactly work out for you did it?" Hermione said, and Harry laughed.

"No…but my date was the extremely annoying Parvati and I liked Cho then. It wasn't too fun watching her with Cedric" he finished.

"You don't still like her do you?" Hermione asked frowning.

Harry snorted, "There's no way in hell Hermione, I saw what she was like last year" he said, making Hermione smile in relief.

"That's good Harry, she isn't right for you" she advised.

"Yeah I realized that" Harry said.

Hermione smiled, "Oh well, hopefully you'll have better luck this year"

* * *

That Friday, Hermione was so excited; she was practically jumping off the walls. It came as a relief when Hermione told Harry she had to get ready at 5 o' clock, and went skipping up the stairs. Harry had had a shower earlier that day and only took about ten minutes to get ready, pulling on the outfit Hermione had suggested. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt that said Quiksilver on it and a pair of black shorts, with a pair of white trainers that went great with everything. He was actually quite pleased with his outfit.

The doorbell rang at 7:12, and Harry got it knowing it would probably be Emma. He opened the door to a cute, and rather short girl, with straight blonde hair, "Hi, I'm Emma Short" she said, holding out her hand, as she gave Harry a once over with her eyes, he must've passed the test because she was smiling.

Harry shook her hand, "Harry Potter" he said, it felt so good and yet a bit strange to introduce himself to someone and not have them immediately look at his forehead. "Nice to meet you Emma"

She smiled, "You too Harry" she said, as he welcomed her inside.

* * *

Harry had been talking to Emma by the front door for about 5 minutes, when she looked over his shoulder and smiled "There she is" Harry turned around, and his breath caught in his throat. Hermione was wearing a short jean skirt with a small slit up the side, a black halter top and a stringy pink belt, which matched with her shoes, they had pink straps. Her hair was silky and straight like it had been at the Yule Ball, but she had it down this time, she even looked like she was shimmering in the light as she moved.

Harry was speechless, and it took him a while to realize he was staring at her with his mouth open. He closed it as she stopped in front of him smiling, and he was compelled to say something, "You look amazing" he said, looking her up and down. She grinned, "Not bad yourself Potter"

They both jumped, as Emma snorted. "Emma! I didn't even see you there!" Hermione said laughing to cover up her embarrassment, and hugging her friend.

"Yeah I noticed" she said still laughing as Hermione pulled away from the hug, "Though I can see why Harry would be a bit of a distraction for you" she added, smiling at Harry, who laughed awkwardly.

"You do look good with that outfit on Harry" Hermione said, giving Harry a once over like Emma had done earlier, and smiling at him.

"So do you" he replied, not able to help himself from looking her up and down once again.

"Okay, okay, you both look awesome, but we really need to be leaving now" she said picking up her purse and heading to the door.

"Oh one sec Em, I just have to tell my parents I'm leaving" Hermione walked through the kitchen door, Harry's eyes following her.

Emma watched him and sighed, "You like her don't you?" she asked looking slightly disappointed. Harry tore his eyes away from the kitchen door to look at Emma,

"No! She's my best friend" he said amazed she would even think that.

Emma looked skeptical "Harry I saw how you were looking at her, friends don't do that, how can you be so oblivious to your own feelings?" she said folding her arms.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Emma, I'm a guy, and Hermione looks hot, you expect me not to look at her because we're friends?" he said exasperatedly. Emma laughed "I mean you look hot too, do you want me to stop looking at you?" He added chuckling, making her laugh even harder.

"What's so funny?" Hermione had returned and was looking at Emma curiously.

"We're just talking about how hot you are Hermione" Harry said laughing at Emma. Hermione looked strangely at both of them, shrugged and opened the door.

"Uh…Em, how are we getting there?" Hermione asked when they were outside and she didn't see a car.

"Erm…we're kind of…walking" Emma replied laughing nervously.

Hermione froze, "Emma…!" she said slowly, "Have you seen these shoes?" Emma and Harry looked down at her very high heeled shoes.

"Well how are you going to dance in them, if you can't even walk in them?" Emma said laughing.

"That's different Emma" Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"All right calm down" Harry said putting one hand on each of their shoulders. "I can carry you if you want" he said looking at Hermione, who looked like she was actually about to laugh

"How long does it take to get there?" she asked Emma.

"Like 10 minutes" she said laughing, and Hermione smiled.

"Could've told me that before Em, I think I'm able to walk for ten minutes" she said laughing, as they set off for the school.

Exactly 9 minutes later, the three teenagers arrived outside Emma's high school. There were a few kids standing outside, who appeared to be waiting for people, and two adults at the entrance. They walked over to the adults and Emma showed them a card with her picture and the name of her school on it, "Good Evening Miss Short" one woman said, "You'll have to check your guests in over there" she said pointing to a desk inside with a sign over it saying 'Guests.'

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Watson." She said sweetly.

After Harry and Hermione had been signed in and the girls had put their purses in the coat check, they walked into the gym. It was mainly dark, with black lights everywhere, and a place for the DJ to play the music, it was extremely different from what the Great Hall had looked like at the Yule Ball…but then again, this was a muggle dance. The minute they'd walked in, about 8 people walked over to them, apparently they were Emma's friends, as they all greeted her enthusiastically. When they were done they all looked at Harry and Hermione curiously, who had been hovering beside Emma looking awkward.

"Who's this Em?" A pretty, dark haired girl asked as she looked at Harry smiling.

"Oh this is my friend Hermione, the one I told you about, and Harry's one of her friends, he's spending the summer with her" said Emma.

"Oh, nice to meet you Harry, my names Kathryn" she said sweetly.

"Nice to meet you too." he said, giving her a false smile, he automatically didn't like her, she had some nerve totally ignoring Hermione like that. The other girls all introduced themselves to Harry, ignoring Hermione like Kathryn had, but it looked like Hermione didn't really care…she was surrounded by a group of boys. Harry was preoccupied watching Hermione laugh with a good looking blonde spiky haired boy when some one said his name.

"Are you Harry?" He turned around to see an extremely pretty girl, with very straight reddish hair.

"Uh yeah, Hi, what's your name?" he asked, trying to concentrate on her, and not the group beside him.

"Lily" she replied.

That made him pay attention, "Lily?" he asked a bit surprised, though why should he be? It's not like his mother was the only one with that name.

"Yes…why have I met you before or something?" she said, looking at him curiously.

"Oh no, I don't think so, I just…like that name" he said laughing at himself, and flashing her a grin. The girl blushed, but grinned back

"Thanks, do you want to dance?" she asked boldly.

"Sure" he said, following her to the dance floor.

Hermione watched Harry walk away with the blonde girl, who was wearing an extremely short and tight red dress, "Slut" she muttered to her self.

"What was that?" the blonde boy she'd been talking to, Tom, asked her.

"Oh, nothing…want to dance?" she said in such a sickeningly sweet voice, even she was disgusted with herself.

Tom grinned "All right" he said, looking happy she'd asked him.

They walked on to the dance floor, and Hermione 'accidently' bumped into Lily, "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said sounding extremely false.

Lily frowned at Hermione "That's okay" she said in the same fake voice, moving closer to Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes, Harry laughed.

Harry and Hermione hardly saw each other all night, they were constantly dancing with different people, and Harry felt like he must've danced with every single girl in the room at least once, except Hermione.

But 3 hours later, as the DJ announced the song he was about to play would be the last of the night, and Lily came running over to him expectantly, Harry shook his head, "Sorry Lily, I already know who I'm dancing with for this one" he said, walking away looking around the room. As the song started, Harry saw the girl he wanted to dance with, and walked over to her.

"Would you do me the pleasure of dancing with me Miss Granger?" he asked jokingly.

Hermione turned around and laughed at him, "I think I can allow that Mr. Potter" she said taking his hand and walking onto the dance floor with him.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
without saying a word you can light up the dark
try as I may I can never explain
what I hear when you don't say a thing

Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's small waist as she put clasped her hands behind his neck, both of them feeling content.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
you say it best, when you say nothing at all

Hermione relaxed into Harry's arms sighing happily, resting her head on his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly into his.

all day long I can hear people talking out loud
but when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
try as they may they can never defy
what's been said between your heart and mine

She found herself closing her eyes feeling more comfortable than she had all night

Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Hermione in his arms as he listened to the lyrics of the song.

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Lets me know that you need me

Hermione didn't want the song to end, but she knew it was coming…

You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best…

When you say nothing at all…

Harry groaned lightly as he heard the song end, and he opened his eyes to find Hermione still swaying slightly in his arms, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

Harry laughed quietly, "Hermione" he whispered.

Her eyes opened slowly, as she shivered pleasantly at the feeling of Harry's breath on her neck.

"Hermione!! Harry!!" Hermione moaned inwardly as Emma's loud voice boomed in their direction, she stepped gracefully out of Harry's arms and turned to see where her friend was. Harry spotted her by the door, already holding Hermione's purse along with her own.

"There she is" he said pointing to Emma.

"You two looked comfortable" she said smirking, as the two reached her by the door.

"I really was actually…" Harry said laughing.

"Yeah, Harry's shoulder's a really comfortable head rest" she said, as they walked out the door.

* * *

"So did you have fun, you guys?" Emma asked as they were walking through a park, back to her house. (They were dropping her off first so she wouldn't have to walk home alone)

They both nodded, "Yeah it was so much fun!!" Hermione said grinning.

"I have to admit I wasn't sure if I would, but it was pretty fun" Harry said making the girls laugh, "Thanks for inviting us Emma"

"No problem, you two seemed to be pretty popular among my friends" she said smirking.

"Yeah, I don't…" Hermione started but she was cut off by her own scream of pain as she tripped on a tree root sticking out of the ground.

"Hermione!" Harry and Emma shouted at the same time, kneeling down next to her.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, helping her to sit up. She shook her head, eyes closed in pain.

"I think I twisted my ankle" she said quietly. "And my wrist really hurts, I must've landed on it funny."

Harry sat cross legged on the ground and lifted her leg onto his lap, he brushed his hand gently over her ankle and Hermione winced.

"That hurt?" he asked shocked at how the gentlest touch could've hurt her ankle.

She nodded biting her lip, trying not to let the tears fall. Harry looked at her, "Hermione its okay to cry" he said softly. She opened her eyes as a few tears trickled down her face, "It really hurts" she whispered, her voice cracking.

"You'll be all right Hermione, this sort of stuff heals pretty quickly" Emma said next to her, as Harry wiped the tears off her face.

"How am I gonna get home?" she asked, but Harry waved his hand dismissively.

"I'll carry you" he said, picking her up easily. Emma stood up with them, as they walked through the gate of the park.

"My house is just across the street Harry, you don't have to walk me to it" Emma said, pointing to a light green house opposite them.

"Okay, nice meeting you Emma, thanks again" Harry said, smiling.

"You too Harry, no problem" she said,

"Bye Hermione, I'll phone you later to see how you're doing all right?"

Hermione nodded, "Okay, talk to you later, thanks" Emma smiled, and set off across the street, Harry and Hermione waving to her as she shut her door behind her.

* * *

Harry was walking up the front path of Hermione's house when he noticed she was being extremely quiet, especially since Hermione was usually talking non stop. He looked down and smiled as he saw her asleep in his arms, her head resting on his chest, body turned into his. She had a small smile on her face, and her eyes were fluttering slightly, as if she was having a dream, she looked extremely peaceful like this.

Harry stopped at the front door, awkwardly pressing the door bell with his elbow, careful not to hit Hermione's head on the wall. The door opened and Mr. Granger appeared, his eyes widening as he saw Hermione. "What happened?" he asked worriedly.

"It's all right, she's just sleeping, but she broke her ankle on the way home, and I think she might've sprained her wrist too, so I had to carry her." Harry said, in a quiet voice so she wouldn't wake up.

Mr. Granger's face relaxed a considerable amount, "Oh, well that can be fixed easily enough." He said moving aside so Harry could carry her in.

"If you could just carry her upstairs Harry, and I'll get some bandages" Harry nodded. "Oh by the way, a package arrived for you today from the French Connection store in London" he added, "I put it up in your room"

Harry grinned, "Oh thanks Mr. Granger" he said happily, walking up the stairs with Hermione, as her dad smiled and walked back into the living room.

He put her gently down on her bed, resting her head on her pillow, and sat down by her feet carefully slipping off her shoes. Evidently, he hadn't been careful enough. Hermione's eyelids fluttered open and she jumped slightly as she saw Harry sitting next to her. "Harry? What're you doing in here?" she asked sleepily.

"I had to carry you home when you broke your ankle, don't you remember?" Hermione expression cleared and she nodded. "Your dad told me to put you up here; he's just getting some bandages." Harry finished, just as Hermione's dad walked in.

"Ah, you're awake sweetheart" he said as Hermione nodded, yawning.

He walked over to the bed, and Harry got up so he could sit down. "Now this may hurt a bit, because I have to wrap it pretty tight, all right? I'll try to be gentle" Hermione looked a little reluctant, but nodded. She winced as her father began to wrap up her ankle, and Harry reached down to hold her hand in his as if it was an involuntary action. Hermione smiled at him, but didn't ask why he had done it, she seemed to already understand; as she winced again, she squeezed Harry's hand tightly and bit her lip.

"All done" Mr. Granger announced about 2 minutes later.

"Thanks Dad" Hermione said as he got up off the bed.

"You're welcome darling" he replied, starting to walk towards the door but turned around, as he reached it.

"Coming Harry?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

Harry flushed, "Oh…right, sorry" he said as he let go of Hermione's hand. "Good night Hermione" he said

"Good night Harry" she replied, sitting up in her bed, as he turned to leave.

As Mr. Granger shut Hermione's door behind himself and Harry, he spoke up, "Thank you for being so helpful to Hermione tonight Harry." He said.

"Well, what else would I have done, that's what friends are for right?"

A skeptical look flashed across Mr. Granger's face, "Friends…right" he said. "Good night Harry"

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